The morning is nearly gone. It began with my Husband and our humorous reflection of punk business people thinking they’d pulled a fast one. Then frustrated reflection about other business people who are bulldogging a situation. Y’know … that all is what it is. And we can only control our circumstances. And, if the Mayans are correct (even though they missed their whole Spanish demise) then does it really matter?

But my Husband left to earn our keep and the day progressed. We’ve made a fresh carpet for the playhouse.

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We’ve baked a gingerbread house sans buttered molds…

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(perfect for morning snacking)

And a house with buttered molds…

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And another in the oven now.

We’ve set the sprouts out to dry and green. Kelly Mae found just the right spot for good light.

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Rebekah Anne has helped me work the yogurt

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and she has helped me feed the sourdough starter and make the dough for its first 24 hour rise.

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Kelly Mae taught Sawyer to latch hook while Rebekah Anne and I worked in the kitchen.

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Reade was at the table doing a Physical Science experiement.

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And when Laura Lea finally woke at 1038a, she ate some crumbled gingerbread and Sawyer taught her to latch hook and she’s been busy since.

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I suppose now we’ll begin to pick up the house and then have a yummy lunch.

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Not sure what our afternoon will bring… Does it matter? No. Life is good. Even if it’s about to end Mayan-style.

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